"Well, he knows it was his own fault," concluded Jack, not wishing
to accuse Ida.

Sid looked a bit worried.

"We'll tow you," said Cora simply.

"Thank you," responded Sid.

"Got a rope?" asked Walter.

"Here's one," answered the owner of the Streak, producing a strong
rope from the rear of his runabout.

"Looks as if you were in the habit of getting towed," remarked
Walter.

"Yes. I've had bad luck with this car."

Sid and Walter were soon busy arranging the two cars, so that the
big auto would tow the disabled one.

"I want the boys to separate," whispered Cora to Bess. "I'm so
Afraid Jack and Sid will quarrel."

"Not if they keep as far apart as they are now," was the answer, for
Jack had gotten back into his own car, and was looking on. Ida, too,
seemed to keep herself at a distance from the other girls.

"Well, I guess that will hold," remarked Walter as he put the last